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By order of the siren

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When Ray wakes, the storm has abated.

He coughs the sea from his lungs, pushing himself up off the sand, the waves licking at his bare toes.

A lyrical voice coils across the sands. “I heard a rumour, that you didn’t struggle.”

He relaxes despite himself, even as he glances across and spots her.

A glorious siren, with dark curls, chocolate skin and a sleek, seal-like tail. She’s poised over the whimpering form of his crewmate Patrick, a sly, seductive smile gracing her lips as she strokes a hand down his cheek.

“Yes, a wonderful feast for my little Claire.”